I want to clear things up. Everything in italics is Brittany writing in George the Journal. Everything else not in italics is actual events. Brittany won't be there for all the events so the italic writing won't be in tune with the events. For example, in the last chapter Brittany thinks Quinn is like the nicest person when really she could care less about Brittany. Think of it like Scrubs with J.D.'s voice overs.
Hi George, today was the first day that Santana is my girlfriend. I'm really excited, but I do have some worries about that. What if I'm not a good girlfriend? How can I make her feel like she's the only girl in the world, the only I deserve? (I get all my romantic advice from TV, music, and movies, if you thought that last line sounded familiar.) What if this whole relationship thing ruins what we had before? I would have rather kept my best friend than ruin anything.
I was sitting up in bed that morning when I was thinking about all of that. Without me knowing Santana must have woken up and saw that I had my worry face on, that's what she calls it.
She pulled me down, by my shirt, on top of her and kissed me. She told to stop worrying. Everything is fine and we'll be fine.
I like that method of her calming me down, much more than when we are in the car, because with that one kiss all my worries were gone.
Kissing Santana is like kissing a cloud that likes to kiss you back. Her soft pouty lips are like wow!
I wished that I could have stayed the whole day by Santana's side but she got called away for Cheerio practice for lunch.
"I really wish you could stay here longer." Brittany whined. She was sitting on her bed watching Santana getting ready to go.
"You don't know how much I want to stay here with you." Santana finished packing her bag and sat next to Brittany, "I really just want to spend the whole day with you and I would but if Sue finds out that one of her Cheerios skipped to be with their girlfriend…" They both smiled at each other, "She would make their life a living Sue. She said that is worse than hell. I'll try my best to come back to see you, okay?"
Brittany nodded her head and they both got up from the bed and left to go to the front door, "I'll miss you…girlfriend." She smiled bashfully.
Santana matched her smile and pulled her closer for a hug wrapping her arms around her neck. "I'll miss you too girlfriend." She leaned up to give her a chaste kiss on the lips, afterwards she left.
I told my mom about Santana and me soon after we left. I'll tell you bit about my mom since I didn't do that with the introduction.
My mom is not really my mom but I call her mom because she is my mom. Does that make since? You see I was adopted so that might clear that up a little.
Mom is like really overprotective of me but not to the point of smothering. I love my mom. She teaches me all kinds of things like: How to dance, cook, clean, somewhat drive, and do hair. Hair like weave, tracks, braids, kinky twists, the works of hair styling.
My mom is black by the way, a strong independent black woman who don't need no man. *snap* She told me I have to snap my finger every time after I hear or say that sentence.
Her name is Mercedes Jones and she is currently dating some guy named Sam. They look cute together. I'll tell you more about Sam later.
Brittany walked into and found Mercedes sitting at the kitchen table reading a book, "Mom I have something to tell you."
"Oh Lord, you got Quinn pregnant didn't you?" slammed her book closed and stood up from the table," Well you are going to have to take responsibility for this 'cause I ain't raising no babies! You go out know and go get a job so you can-"
Brittany cut her off before she got too far into her rant, "Mom that's not what I was going tell you! I'm still a virgin and I broke up with Quinn."
"Child you almost gave me a heart attack." She breathes out, laughing a bit. She went and sat down at the table and patted the chair next to her, "Tell Mama what you want."
Brittany tried her best to hold back her giggles. She always found it funny how Mercedes could change her mood so quickly, "It about me and Santana…were dating and she's my girlfriend." She looked at the table when the look of happiness on her mom's face.
"It's about time! Took you about five years but I'm still happy for you." Rubbing Brittany's shoulder, "Just remember…"
"Don't get her pregnant 'cause you ain't taking care of no babies."
She is really set on me not having children when I'm still in high school.
Santana texted me that she couldn't come back to my house cause her mom and dad had to go to the hospital for some type of party. I was pretty sad until Lord Tubbington decided to cheer me up. He looked at the radio so he wanted music to be played. I turned it on and to my surprise he started twerking! That really cheered me up, it was so funny.
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Another week of school has gone by and still nothing has happened, well aside from me doing more couple stuff with Santana and to the fact that everyone knows that Santana is my girlfriend now and flirt with her, mainly Puck, in front of me. Before when we were friends, it bothered me. Now she is my girlfriend, I'm pissed off.
Brittany was at Santana's locker holding her hand as she got her books, "You being left handed really does come in handy for stuff like this." Santana smiles as she swinging their hands. She gets her books and closes her locker, "Let me get those for you." Brittany offered. All of her books were in her book bag she carries around.
"Britt you don't have to carry my books."
"I do, Santana, I do or people will think I'm a jerk and then they won't ship Santittany anymore! Unless I have that whole I'm a jerk in public but behind closed doors I'm just the kindest soul in existence. "
Santana gave the blonde a confused then realization hit her," Honey, this isn't a TV show where people are rooting for us to be together." That's only in my mind, she thought. "I'm pretty sure our name would be Brittana anyway."
Brittany blocked out everything and focused on the one word that mattered, "You called me Honey." She smiled from ear to ear.
"Yeah I guess I did." Santana pull Brittany in the direction of their class. "I can call you Honey, Sweetie, Britt-Britt, Babe, Baby, and many more." She informed as they walked into their Math class.
A boy with a Mohawk overheard Santana talking as she came in with Brittany. Now that freak has Lopez too, he thought. How does he keep getting all these hot chicks? Lopez is unattainable as shit, everyone knows she a virgin, and she's like sex on a stick sexy as a plus. Well I know that I can get her 'cause, if Quinn is any example, she's not exclusive to Brittany in any sense. It's only a matter of time before she wants to fuck with Puck.
Brittany and Santana were enjoying their lunch on the field talking about anything that came to Brittany's mind, "I was really sad you didn't come over and Lord Tubbington did the funniest thing, he twerked."
"Really? I wish I could have seen that. You should call him Lord Twerkington."
"That can be his stage name."
They were interrupted by Puck when he came up to them, "Hey Santana looking hot as usual." He winked.
Santana scoffed at his attempt to woo her, "As you, and most of the student body, know that I am taken, by Brittany, so you can stop now. I'm not nor will I ever be interested." She wore a scowl when Puck decided to sit next to her. "Go away damn it!" He grinned at her.
Santana was about to go Lima heights on him when she felt something tug on her skirt, "You know you want a ride on the Puckasaurus."
Brittany put her arm around Santana's shoulder pulling her closer to her body, "I know that you have to force your way into girls' skirts and pants to have a good time, which classifies as rape. Santana has made it clear that she isn't for that oh so short ride you keep offering. Am I right Baby?"
Santana smiled at the term, "That right Honey."
"Yeah but that's not what Quinn said when she was with me this summer." He said smugly.
"What she does is her business. I have Santana and that's all that matters."
"Yeah, for now." He mumbled getting up and leaving.
A few minutes passed until Brittany whispered, "You make me happy…Please don't leave me."
"Only if you promise me the same, you make me happy too. I wouldn't dream of leaving we've been together too long for it to be considered."
Later that day Santana confronted Quinn in the locker room, "I see you have come to see me but I would love to see you-"
"Did you sleep with Puck? I thought you were a lesbian?"
"Oh please it was three weeks ago at a party and I was blackout drunk." She raised an eyebrow, "Why? Did you get jealous of him?"
"No just wondering. He came up to me and Brittany and said you two hooked up. He's trying to get in my pants and it's gross."
It's has been a few day, it's Friday today, and Puck has been relentless to get Santana's attention, and Santana is not too pleased to see Puck at her locker , "Britt let's just go to class before he notices we are here, I'll just look on with you today."
"No!" She says firmly. Like Santana Brittany has been getting tired of Puck. "I want him to leave you alone! I won't be able to take it if this goes on for the whole year. So I'm going to go handle okay."
They walk up to Puck and as Brittany was about to speak but he ignored her to speak to Santana, "Hello there Sexy. Why don't you ditch the freak and get freaky with me?"
"Will you shut up already?!" Brittany yelled causing people to stare, "Just because Quinn slept with you doesn't mean that she will. She hasn't felt anything towards you besides disgust. Leave us alone because I'm getting real tired of your bullshit." Brittany usually not one to cuss but for Puck she was willing to make an exception.
"Calm down Brian this between me and my next lay. You can have her back when I'm done." Brittany reared her fist back and connected her fist with he's jaw.
Okay maybe when I said nothing happened, I may have meant nothing important happened. It was so worth the pain in my hand. I knocked him out! No one is allowed to talk about Santana like that. She is like the light in a dark room. She is the hope in a hopeless. She is my girlfriend and no one will say anything like that and get away with it.
Mom was so mad, not at me, at the school for them calling her from work to handle the situation.
Mercedes rushed into the principal's office scared look on her face, "Britt, girl, what am I doing here? Are you okay?" She saw Brittany and Santana sitting in front of Mr. Figgins.
The Indian Principal, as stoic as ever, didn't react to her bursting in, "Miss Jones-"
"Was I talking to you?" she said crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't remember your name being called."
"Mom, please let the principal explain." Brittany pleaded.
"Miss Jones your daughter has knocked one of the other students and we need to talk about her punishment."
"No we won't! I know my baby girl and she wouldn't do this without a good reason." Mercedes defended. She knows Brittany could never hurt a fly, the girl doesn't even know how to use a fly swatter.
"It's true." Santana jumped in, "Puck was saying very inappropriate things about me and Brittany-"
"That may be true." Mr. Figgins cut in, "Yet Miss Pierce is in here and not in the Nurse's office and this school has a zero tolerance to violence. I'm afraid that you will have to be expelled for the year."
George, you just do not know what went through my mind when I heard that. I'd have to stay another year in this hellhole. I'd sooner drop out of school than stay here. The worst part is Santana might leave me behind in whatever she wanted to do after high school.
I was in that office tears were welling up in my eyes about to fall, when Hell's Angel came to my rescue.
"Now Figgins let's not be too hasty with this situation." Everyone in the room turned their heads to the door to see Sue Sylvester leaning against the door frame, "If from what I heard is correct, she was defending one of my most irreplaceable Cheerios and you're punishing her that. We just can't that happening can we?"
"Sue we cannot break the rules for one of your Cheerios once again." Mr. Figgins explains.
"I'm not saying we should break the rules. I, myself, am against violence as the next hippie. I'm saying why don't we bargain a bit." She turned her gaze to Brittany, "I've seen you around school and I must say you have the legs of a dancer and an attitude that won't question authority figures. That is what I need for my National winning team. So I propose that, instead of being expelled, she join my team and push us out even further ahead of everyone."
It's taking everything in me not to run at Sue and hug her, Brittany thought. I hope this works out. She gently squeezed Santana's hand in anticipation of when the silence will be broken.
"I suppose I could allow this, if she doesn't get into any more fights." Figgins relented.
Brittany quickly got up from her seat and hugged her mom," I thought I was going to stay here longer." She cried.
"It's alright, go thank Miss Sylvester and we can go home. I know how tiring this must be for you."
Brittany nodded and turns to Sue, "Thank you Miss Sylvester." She said wiping her eyes.
"Call me Coach, you start on Monday, and don't make me regret this."
Okay I couldn't keep it up George! I was so scared! I thought if I told you about it like it was nothing it would feel like nothing. I was wrong. I will now pledge my allegiance to Coach and be the best Cheerio that I can be. My mom took me home and went back to work and now I'm alone. I'm going to take a nap.
Several hours have passed when the door to Brittany's room creaked open. Santana peeked in seeing that her girlfriend was in the middle of the bed on her side asleep. She quietly went in and lied down behind her and gently ran her fingers through her hair. "Britt." She whispered, "Thanks for standing up for me today. It really means a lot to me." She rests her head on Brittany's back, putting her arms around her waist. "I would never-"
"You don't have to finish. I know you wouldn't." Brittany cut off turning in her arms to face Santana.
"How long were you awake?"
"When the door creaked opened, almost scared me to death. I thought you were Lord Tubbington looking to see if I was asleep to read George. I told him no he couldn't read him, I guess that fueled curiosity and drive to read it." She giggled, "On a more serious note, were friends we stand and cheer each other up. It just so happens that you're my girlfriend so that increases tenfold. Usually I don't people hear people talk about you, unless it involves me in some way. I would gladly punch Puck in the face- off school grounds- again for you…and maybe a little for me too."
"You're amazing, you know that right." Santana stated.
Brittany hummed, "I'm not so sure I believe you. Maybe if you give me a kiss, I would believe you a little."
Santana smiled, "Only a little?"
"What can I say I'm very stubborn, it might take a lot kisses."
"I better get started." She said connecting their lips.
Brittany hummed happily as she put her arms around her neck. Brittany never felt anything remotely close to this when she was with Quinn. With Santana she always felt like she can be herself, but like this she feels like she could pick up the world, take it to the mall, and buy it a pretzel. That doesn't make sense but with Santana it does. "You make me feel so many things I can't understand right now." She said slightly flushed, breaking the kiss.
"I understand the feeling." Santana said moving to straddle Brittany kissing her again. Brittany placed her hands of her hips, "I've felt this way since the seventh grade." She said in between kisses.
My mom said something similar to that didn't she, Brittany thought. "Why didn't you say so sooner?"
"It's complicated, I'll tell you one day. I promise."
Brittany nodded knowing that Santana always keeps her promises. She looked at the clock and saw it was a little past seven," It's getting late, are you should spending the night here?" Santana nodded, "Good! Why don't you get in the kitchen and make me a taco? It's time for dinner."
Santana got off Brittany and stood at the side of her bed, "That is so racist." She said in mock anger, walking off.
"So no taco then?" She said getting up and following Santana, "I like tacos and I'm pretty sure you can make them the best out of the two of us." She explained, closing the door before Santana could get out.
"Fine I will make them but you get none." Santana huffed as she turned to Brittany, "Unless…" She puts both of her hands on Brittany's hips bring her closer, "You…" She kissed a trail up to her ear, "Can convince me otherwise." She blew softly into Brittany's ear making her shiver. Santana had a satisfied smirk on her face as she felt Brittany's hard on press against her. Okay I think it's time to stop now, she thought. She pushed Brittany back a little, "Let's get going, those tacos aren't going to make themselves."
A stunned Brittany watched at Santana left the room to the kitchen," O-oh my goodness."
That was the first time ever that I have ever seen Santana like that and it was indescribable how it- ugh! I want to be able to do stuff like that for her too. After she left me in my room, I had to think of a wet koala to calm myself down, which brings me to Sam, remember my mom's boyfriend.
Sam is Sam and he doesn't like green eggs and ham. He is a pretty cool guy! He helps me when I have boy part problems (I don't like to say penis problems because it will make me sound like I have ED, erectile dysfunction.) Remember that time with Quinn, he told me that if I don't want that to happen again I have to think of something scary. Have you ever seen a wet koala before? It's cute when it's dry and fluffy but otherwise it is nightmare fuel. He has big lips. He can do awesome impressions. He knows all this stuff about comic books and super hero movies. He is 32 years old, one year older than Mom. Most important thing is that he makes my mom happy.
He really likes Mom. They have known each other for five years and dated for almost four years, in about three months I think. They met when my mom got a new job at this restaurant, she was going to be the new head chef and he was the manager.
It was early Saturday morning when Mercedeswalked in through the side door. It was her first day and she wanted to get acquainted with the kitchen before it was overrun by the other employees. "Excuse me who are you?" A voice called out startling her. She turned around to face the voice, seeing that it was a tall man with blonde hair, green eyes, and really big lips, "I'm not sure you're supposed to be back here."
"Oh, sorry, I'm the new chef. I came in early to get to know the kitchen better."
"That would explain the cook's uniform." He chuckled, "I'm Sam Evans, the manager." He held his hand out for her to shake.
"Mercedes Jones." She said beaming. It's was sort of refreshing to have a nice manager who cares about their work to come in early, unlike the one at her last job. He took her around the kitchen and explained how everything worked. When all of the employees came in for work, he gathered them around and introduced her to everyone, and then he excused himself, "He must really like his job. He was really thorough when he was showing me around, and he's friendly."
"Don't let that fool you." One of the cooks said coming up to her," I'm Kitty by the way. I heard that he was friendly with our last chef and that's why they left." Mercedes gasped, "I know surprising, isn't it? He looks so nice and innocent. I just wanted to tell you that so when you hear people talking about it you'll be a part of the rumor mill. Oh and one more thing he's really friendly with the owner of this place, some people even saw them kissing." She added before walking away.
All through the day Mercedes heard lots of thing about Sam, coupled with what Kitty told her. How he steals money and food from the restaurant, mainly, and how he sometimes randomly leaves for a few weeks. Unknown to them that Sam was always close by to hear every word.
It was midnight, an hour after closing, when Mercedes was making her way out of the door. Everyone left thirty minutes before leaving her to lock up. On her way to her car she saw a tall figure leaning against her door. Oh hell to the no! He ain't getting my car, she thought, "Back up Jack! This is my car and this is my mace!" She exclaimed pulling a can from her purse, "I'm not afraid to use it if I have to."
"Mercedes wait!" The figure called out in a familiar voice, "I just want to talk."
"Sam is that you?!" She came closer putting the can away, "If you wanted to talk, why didn't you stay in the kitchen? Instead you came out here looking scary as hell! Shoot have me think you gon' steal my car, I was gonna mace you, and then lose my newly acquired job!" She ranted, "Get off my car! What did you want?!"
Sam quickly stood up," I wanted to tell you it's not true. Those rumors aren't true."
"You scare me half to death for that?!"
He ran his hand through his hair, "Yes! I don't know why. I would have been miserable if I knew you would have believed anything they said. Usually I couldn't care less what my employees thought about me, but I can't stand the thought of you believing any of it, I just can't!" He exclaimed kicking a rock on the ground. "That doesn't mean I don't care about them but what they're say isn't true."
"Sam I-"
"The reason the last chef got fired was because I caught them stealing food and money from us!"
Sam-"
"I leave for a few weeks to go visit my sickly mother who is in Kentucky!"
"S-"
"I'm not having an affair with the owner because that would be gross! You want to know why?! She is my older sister! They saw me kissing her on the cheek and assumed that we were lovers!"
"Sam!" Mercedes yelled pulling him into her embrace, "It's fine. You didn't have to explain. I didn't believe them anyway, you seemed too nice to do any of those thing. How come you never explained this to everyone?"
"I don't care what they think." He pulled her closer, "I don't want you to believe them."
"I won't, I'll believe my friend before any of them."
I bet you're wondering if they have been together for so long why they don't live together. That's a good question George… I don't know. I mean if it were me and Santana, I would move in with her very quickly. I'd be in there quicker than The Flash. Sam would be very proud of that reference.
Well that's everything you'll need to know about me and the people that I find important. When more people come along I'll tell you about them.
Oh! There is one more thing you need to know about me but I can't write it in you… There I folded a piece a paper, and placed it in the very back of your pages. It's only for you to read no one else. It's nothing very important to me okay. So…yeah.
Also I'm not sure if I'm supposed to answer the reviews or not but thanks for them? Sorry I'm still a little confused about that concept. P.S. if you have never seen Scrubs, go watch now!